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my way to the car, my phone started ringing. I fished it out of my pocket and checked the caller ID. Once
nd closed the door. I relaxed my back against the chair, preparin
ar. How are
you back when I get home?" I said, trying to distract her from what she was about t
y it sooner or later. I'll keep reminding you that I'm aging
we've talked about this. I'm focused on
ss? And mine? I want to see you settled, with a good woma
tone even. "But finding the right person takes time. I'm no
ent palpable. "Just promise me you'll make an effort. Go
I wasn't sure how much effort I could
e said, her tone softening. "
a pang of guilt. "I'll talk to you later, o
e of yourself. And don't f
. Goodbye
ccessful I became in my career, it was never enough for her. There was always that lingering expec
ts wandered. Maybe she was right, to some extent. Maybe I did need
g my fingers on it as I drove down the road. My phone started blaring again and within a split second, I looked away from the road to check the caller ID. As I looked up to focus on t
the door and rushed to her side, my heart pounding in my chest. She lay
oice trembling. I reached for my phone to
their faces a mix of concern and curiosity. The operator's voice cam
woman, trying to keep my voic
again. I stayed by her side, feeling helpless and terrified. The minutes stretched o
stark contrast to my frantic efforts. I watched as they loaded her
though my thoughts were a chaotic jumble. As they took my in
p myself from thinking that it was all my fault that she was in this condition. I was sitting i
stood up and made my way over to him, tension
ies. We'll need to keep her here for the mea
my head. "I-I'm the one who hit h
nderstanding. "I see. Well, she'll need some tim
ckly followed by a wave of guilt and r
ou can stay here if you want. She might appre
e of gratitude and apprehen
one else here, and the least I could do was make sure she was alright. Time seemed to drag on as I waited. N
d me. "You can go in and se
looking pale and fragile. Her eyes were closed, and she looked p
sense of responsibility. "I'm so sorry," I whispered, even though I
wasn't something I could walk away from. I needed to see it through, to make sure
I woke up was her voice mumbling for help, she was liter
voice filled with remorse. "I didn't
to look at me, her eyes fi
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